Because there is so much to be said, and my heart is eager to express, but I feel held back, nervous, pessimistic. It is a funny-scary-joyful-sad experience.

I often think that the process of writing is far more important than its results.

So I am posting this lovely gem of a poem.

Hoping that I will draw courage from these words, come back to this space, and write bravely.

 

“Young Poets”

Write as you will
In whatever style you like
Too much blood has run under the bridge
To go on believing
That only one road is right.

In poetry everything is permitted.

With only this condition of course,
You have to improve the blank page.

Nicanor Parra

(trans. by Miller Williams)
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